Ji Wanrong had never made such a shrill and heart-wrenching sound. It was completely inconsistent with her character, but she knew clearly in the dream that the sound must have been made by herself.
Ji Wanrong was immediately frightened awake by this strange dream.
When she covered her beating heart and woke up from the bed dripping with sweat, she saw a familiar room.
Ji Wanrong breathed a sigh of relief when he realized where he was, that everything was fine, and that everything just happened was just a dream.
She slipped on her shoes to the small table and drank a few sips of water. Only then did her tense mood ease a little.
Maybe it's because he has been in this hell-like devil's cave for a long time today, or because he has to go to the third floor where he makes human skin masks tomorrow, Ji Wanrong is under too much psychological pressure, thinking about it day by day and dreaming about it at night.
So Ji Wanrong summoned a tranquilizing pill from the space, and then swallowed it with water before returning to the bed and falling asleep again.
The effect of the tranquilizing pills was remarkable. In the second half of the night, Ji Wanrong had a dreamless night and slept much more peacefully. It was Shuang'er who knocked on the door early in the morning and woke her up.
Shuang'er waited at the door for a while and felt a little embarrassed when she saw Ji Wanrong's sleepy look. She handed the token in her hand to Ji Wanrong.
"I'm sorry, Miss Qian'er, I never sleep well. I woke up early, but I forgot that you went through so many things yesterday. You must be very tired, and I still come to disturb you."
"It's just that I finally got your token. This token belongs exclusively to you. When I thought that you would be able to do things easily when you go out with this token, I hurriedly sent it to you."
When Ji Wanrong heard this, his originally chaotic consciousness became a little clearer.
In fact, she didn't know what night it was or whether it would be dawn, but looking at the apologetic expressions on her eyes, she thought it must be still early.
She took the token handed over by Shuang'er, then smiled gently at Shuang'er, and wanted to welcome her into the house.
"You sent this token early in the morning for me. I want to say thank you to you. How can I be sorry?"
"Come in quickly and sit in my room!" After what happened yesterday, Ji Wanrong also knew that Shuang'er was a warm-hearted person, so he became a little more patient with her.
But Shuang'er knew that Ji Wanrong had just woken up and what he said was just polite words, so he waved his hand and refused, "It's still early now, you can go back to sleep."
"I'm afraid it will take an hour for the handover person to arrive on the third floor. At that time, you can go directly with the token to hand over and learn to help Mr. Rong manage some things."
"Now that you have the token, no one will dare to embarrass you like Niu Liu did yesterday."
Since Yan'er left and Ji Wanrong took over the position, he has been like a headless fly, often running around without knowing where he is going, which has greatly increased Shuang'er's work.
However, the increase in work means an improvement in status, so Shuang'er feels the need and is willing to let Ji Wanrong manage the work downstairs.
Ji Wanrong listened to Shuang'er's instructions and nodded.
But after Shuang'er left, Ji Wanrong couldn't sleep. She was thinking about things on the third floor, so she changed her clothes and went to the third floor with the token in hand.
The person to hand over would have to come after an hour, so this hour would be her opportunity.
She can not only check whether the layout of the third floor is in line with their plans, but also observe the guarding situation on the third floor.
What's more important is the production process of those human skin masks.
She wants to rescue as many people as possible, and one more is better.
When Ji Wanrong thought of this, she raised her head and saw that she was already in front of the wooden door on the third floor. She handed her token to the soldiers guarding on both sides, and the soldiers let her in.
When Ji Wanrong came in, he was mentally prepared.
But the third floor in reality was a little different from what she had imagined. It was not a hell-like existence, nor was it burning scarlet red with fire. There was a boiling oil pan in the corner, heads were randomly thrown on the ground, and blood was flowing on the ground. It became a pool of blood.
It was probably because it was still early and work hadn't started on the third floor yet, so Ji Wanrong didn't even hear the woman's desperate scream that day.
What Ji Wanrong faced was silence. This silence was different from ordinary silence, like death that had lost its vitality.
The huge third floor is divided into countless rooms, and the doors of each room are tightly closed. The layout inside cannot be seen from the outside. The silence at this moment has a solemn atmosphere.
Although it was quiet, Ji Wanrong felt cold all over, and everything was eerily quiet.
Hearing the wind and knowing that Ji Wanrong had come to the third floor in advance, the supervisor on the third floor hurriedly got up from the bed, put on his clothes and came to greet Ji Wanrong.
This huge third floor is a purgatory for women, but the manager of the third floor is a man.
This man is about middle-aged, with a small beard on his chin and a flattering smile on his face. He looks easy to get along with.
But when Ji Wanrong looked at his face, with short eyebrows, protruding brow bones, too high cheekbones, and wrinkles on his forehead, he knew that he had countless lives on his hands, and that he had countless grievances dragging on him, which made his body look like this. of heaviness.
"Miss Qian'er? I didn't expect you to arrive so early. Your subordinates really missed you and treated you poorly!"
Ji Wanrong smiled on his face: "It's just a new official taking office. I don't know much about many things, so I thought I'd take a look first to get familiar with it."
After she said this, she walked a few steps towards the place where the guard came and asked him casually: "The place where you came just now is the place where you usually live?"
The supervisor nodded hurriedly: "That's right. The layout of the third floor is the same as your first floor and other floors! The working place is dry, but the place where we rest is a little damp!"
Ji Wanrong heard this and nodded.
It seems that the layout is the same, and the hours for rest and work are also the same. It would be good to know this.
So she turned around and walked straight towards the room with the locked doors: "If all the sleeping places are the same, there won't be much to see."
"Just take me to see what's in that room. After understanding it, I can manage it better in the future."
When the fat manager with a mustache heard this, he was slightly startled for a moment, and then realized that this person was new here, so the natural process would be different from before.
Thinking of her rising power, the guard did not hesitate and took Ji Wanrong to one of the doors, and then opened the gate with the key.
"It's not time to work yet, so I can only let you come and see how we work!"
There was a bang.
As soon as the gate opened, Ji Wanrong could feel a familiar smell coming towards his face.
